The Empty Prey

And if by love they should be saved lift them by angels in innocence to a horizons trumpet They who have fallen unnumbered to the hate of bullets and the factions of brush aside politics And then by flag those nations of God share the profits Raise this silence to a desolate choir purported reports of agony blast them on the newsreels of insanity Gods of the bomb the stalwarts of tomb stones by billions count their collateral damage When you prey do you think god is listening ? When you agree do you think God enjoys the carnage ? They do not exist among histories counted in corpse ridden piles but soak their blood in televised heroics As by hell only expedient created the foul mouthed bankers of the false profits Such are their ghosts forgotten and uncounted sacrificed to the warring trade of economics And by the flags of those nations of God wave on high the belligerence of their self elected mob These empty prey of a weapons industry in the champing mouths of governing bodies chew out their lives to spit cold bile and feed humanity The guidance of saviors a joker in the pack of deaths card game But by the salvation of guns shall share the blame in hatreds disassociation When you prey do you think God is watching ? When you agree do you think God is enjoying the carnage ?